Long time, once again.
Well the urge to write something mushroomed from the recently occurring heart rendering brutal rapes on children.Here as a mother of two I pour out the angst outrage,helplessness in the form of a prayer to the almighty.I hope he acknowledges ,finds its way up there....
Dedicated to all young and innocent girl children...

Chirping,cackling sweet cacophony whiff-led in the wind

  Alluring angelic face now in charred smithereens

  Two little steps in sand leave a bleeding trail.

  She is gudiya- a prey of chocolate from hell.

  gudiya- an innocent victim from heaven.

The mother in me died a hundred deaths.

  Can some coins thrown at me answer the debacle?

My soul like a vagrant leaf in the Simoon

Pray for a Savior...waste no time to come

  Ram ,Rahim,Raphael....waste no time to come.

  Million emotions outpouring on streets,

  Trampled,clobbered,lacerated commotion of youth,

  Justice demanded, delayed and drenched in loopholes.

  Conflict and perplexity,calloused debates,passing the buck...

  I pray for a savior...waste no time to come.

  Wipe my little angels bleeding trails.

  Chaperon her from the claws so ubiquitous.

  Deafening cries,writhing limbs,blood and goth around..

  I resurface from the dream flinching in the acidity of darkness.

A shudder in the spine,numbness everywhere.

I pray for a savior...waste no time to come.

  Unshroud the mystery of evilness.

  Usurp their talons, bring them to perils.

  Barbaric 's incapable to discern humanity.

  The one's who charred chastity deserves no pity.

  Send your dazzling arrows spitting fire.

  Perish them,succumb them on your feet.

  Ram,Rahim,Raphael...waste no time to come.

  As you need no veritable proof,no witness,no new laws..

  You the enduring symbol of credibility,trust and love....waste no time to come.

  I pray for a savior...

 

For all those who were missing me

At last for all those who were missing me in this blog...I am back.The reason of this vanishing act will be justified when you will check out the pictures down below....hmmm...the task was not simple but not cumbersome also as we as a team enjoyed doing this team work.For all those in the same fraternity no explanation is required when i say "we  were busy organising a ladies meet".For those who dont...let't be simple, me and my team of four friends entertained a good amount of guest.

 oh...my...i loved it !!worth the effort ..thanx to all those who pitched in and made it look like this.

   Let  the picture do the talking....here's the blithe...yyy...brimming chilly winter evening with fun and entertainment.Blue & White..theme came for the rescue.

Oh...yaa,,,welcome all...

Group game and fun...laughter ensued!!!

Staryyy affair..

Sumputous spread....(we call so...)

Touch all the woods ...my high spirited, ebullient friends who made it happen!!

 Usha,Parul,Sindhu,Anupma,Lakshmi...Thankyou...

The lucky star tree .....raffle winners!!!
More fun and pics in coming post's for sure ...keep visiting ...i'll keep blogging .

Rake and rambling!!!

 Am raking and rambling

Seriously ..i need to kick start all again.Its been long time this blogger baby has been setting up a new house,and still the fine tunings are on.So what i should not be neglecting my two month old blog like this .
 And here am back with a whole lot to share with you all.Sam my little smug is bleating as to why every time he has to start from scratch to impress and make new friends(girls???)how do i explain, that's the art of this life.Oli is all ebullient and has full bandwidth to explore the new place.

  Me ....i am all set. A new bunch of beautiful people all around .The only thing is, all this shifting settling has debilitated me a little, which am sure will soon retain back to normal as we gregarious birds can no longer hold back indoors.And yes my calloused hands and feet calling out for a little pampering .Some spa please!!

My husband (the divine intervention in this beautiful life) most of the time managed to hoax and coaxed me to the interior deco part.But this time i granted him that much as i knew he was seriously a bit busy.Everyday he walked into a portion by portion done house and enjoyed the transformation from a cluttered to a neatly done up place.Well i definitely was elated by his kind gestures of approval (he didn't want to take a chance also).

Well the fine nuances can keep happening ....so you keep visiting my blog..give me that little nudge to blog more.See ya!!

Long time

Hello to all my friends,

  I know i am regularly irregular, for a long time of two weeks now.But its not all my fault too as i really got busy shifting home to a new city..err ..its not all that easy though we keep doing it often as my husbands profession demands so.Still each time that careful selection of packing stuff for crockery's ,crystals and other valuables that i have collected over a period of time is painstaking.

   Now opening up the stuff is another tedious and cumbersome process .I hope by the time my husband retire i am all set to open a packers and movers.well will soon be blogging about certain wonderful stuff i have seen on the long drives we had in between these shifts.

see ya soon

FREEDOM TO LIVE .

       
     A highly objectionable tweet / status / comment in a social networking site has prompted me to write this small para about what freedom means to me, earned through the ages of incessant fights, angst, revolt, struggle by thousands of courageous leaders who did not flinch even before the roar of bullets.

A salute to all the great countrymen, the fruits of whose efforts make me roam and wander anywhere in the country inspite of the debacles due to religious issues, corruption in politics, turbulent economics, disorder in budgeting (soon tomatoes & onions will be kept in lockers to ensure maids have no access).

Well the status mentioned above which put me aghast reads(roughly stating) “there are more big things than INDIA”…..I am shocked. This slack comment, still not sure on what context an Indian can comment like this. Isn’t it insulting the valiant efforts put together by many brave heroes? Isn’t it rebuking my country so publically?

Hope this youngster brimming with energy and enthusiasm was unknowingly in a fractious loose moment whiffed this statement and am sure he don’t mean it.

My friend X, over a cup of coffee narrated an incident which lingered in my subconscience since. She, married to an army officer, right after her two months of matrimony was subjected to a quirk of fate - The Kargil war. Her husband was to get deployed in one of the fiercely fighting locales in an effort to regain the lost glory of our country. He woefully explains the situation to the new bride.

Husband:      U should show some courage, the situation is worsening, they need me, I need to act, and my courage is your support. Though nothing can stop me from going, I don’t want to see you wretched .Tell me, it’s your call you want to have a baby, whose father might not return, or you have an option to forget and forgive me and have another man and a wonderful life,sweetheart.

What went through this lady’s mind.

I am sure she was lacerated and bleeding a hundred wounds inside. She would have wanted to growl on those morons who brought a war and teared her yet to germinate marital bliss. An ember of fire in her brain, if I say yes to a baby, may be the war will usurp a father from the child, if I say yes to the second option; I am no less of a coward, a virtue far to be inherited by an army wife. Held in piteous, unnerved times she dolefully remembers the testing time of her nubile life. She was in complete thrall to all these nightmares of the brutality a war could bring.

Freedom to talk, freedom to share thoughts, freedom to walk the streets, freedom to send children to school, freedom to trade ,freedom to travel across,  freedom to work…what more; freedom to live can be ENDED, if a WAR happens.

There will be only pain; mournful cries of hunger, famine, riot, arson, bloodshed, suicides, and fratricides….you want it to happen? (Oh dear brother..Tweeter).If there are big things than INDIA, well you, we, us all should be alive safe and healthy to tweet this. For that say thanks to the hundred thousand officers and jawans of the armed forces who’s sleepless nights, food less fights, gallant actions amidst bullets and bombs whining past them and at times through their skulls has bought us this free will to live.

The wife finally decides,

 Wife: I want to have a baby. I want to tell him, how courageous his dad was. How much of a patriotic he was. And if the almighty wish you will be back to tell the story lives yourself.

Today I salute all the courageous leaders who fought for my INDIA and brought us laurels.

“HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY” to all fellow INDIANS.

About my friend X,

Her husband a triumphant winner joins us at the fag end of the coffee session giving his able shoulder for his sweetheart to weep on.And their son gets back from play to remind them of a wonderful decision taken.

ADDING MY SON'S WAY!!!

 I am in  great  spirits today listening to the beautiful country songs by Don Williams…it goes, I am a rake and rambling guy….me too feel the same every morning, until things are back in place after the  threesome have left.

                    Yesterday was another learning day and as usual the gurus happen to be my children. Knowledge     doesn’t come easy, you have to go through a gruesome, tight rope walk with an all defying deep valley, under your nose breathing heavy. If the metaphor used seems unfamiliar, here is the glorified explanation.

Time 7:00(p.m).Its homework session. The most difficult part of the day, as it’s no way enticing for the little devils to sit for an hour or so, glued in one place. The restless souls under my unwavering attention, have to go through this tedious process. A real tussle time- every day.

                           Well in these sessions many a time I control myself not to loose my cool on the withered handwriting's, stay calm while reiterating the same spelling the n-th time and most of all maths homework’s gives me a feeling of insomnia. The father dove keeps on assuring me “everything will fall in place”.

So what happened was:      

                                                                          

Son Dove:       “Today Maa’m asked us to practice addition”

Mother:            “u knows it’s so simple…you need to be a little sharing to understand this concept”

S.D:                    “Ever since my sister has come I am so giving “        

     

Mother:             Fine, here you have two chocolates, olive has got three and she gives two more to               

                          you, now count how many you have?

S.D:                    Amazing!!! I have four and am loving addition.

Mother:           Fine, now assume you have one glass of milk and I am giving you two more, so how

                          many you have now?

SD:                  Unfair…..I don’t want to add bad things in my addition, count only good things

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                       (  Well his undeterred repulsion for milk is revealed  here  )

 

         Though this boy didn’t know the depth of the great sentence he blabbered, it made me think .How sweetly said, the perception of things, what to count and what not to count discovered was amazing. I thanked him in my mind and carried on to the next level of the session.

                  Unfortunately we adults possibly miss the big picture, Happiness in counting good things. We are basically unhappy because of our fantalisms.Like this boy said, if am adding, my neighbour’s chirpy nature than how much of a smug she is, my friend X, her witty nature than her petulance when multitasking, my friend Y, who’s a great cook & entertainer than her paranoism to share the recipe, Z who’s there when you need her than her pessimism, One feels more happy and contentful in the atmosphere this way.

 

  So let me start my good share of counting today itself. Go on life, teach me a new lesson tomorrow, as there’s no big teacher than life’s experiences. I am loving this mathematics of counting.

Sam's happy counting!

                      

             

                   

Happy Friendship's Day!!!

Sam & Oli with friends

To all my friends who shared a good laugh, a small bite (back-bites too), helped me by sending a meal when I was down in health, who dropped in with a bouquet of flowers on my special days, shared the common woes (husbands are common targets), baby talks- diaper rashes, colic’s, sleepless endless ranting nights, fussy-eaters ….you name it we have babbled it together.

         To tell you life is  zero salt- pepper without these good-friends around me that today, when I have finally found solace in blogging away my time, when you all are away, I jot down a few lines about how I feel for and about you. 

         A piece of information for those who are bemused with the  sudden enlightenment in my life and my quest of expression of the same in my writing in recent times - Sweetie’s, it is giving me immense pleasure to share these snippets of unharmful drama unfolding everyday with my kiddies group. I am battling to hone my skills in writing, as they say “better late than never” so I am ready to catch the bull by its horns. Reflections of my graduation day, reminds me of a certificate I secured for the best story writing organised by Help Age India. And now that the kiddie-gang hovering around, a story board is ready  effortlessly in my blog.

So a big Happy Friendship day to all the people who come under my big billowing flag of friends.

·         I am jealous of many of you still managing to hang out together.

·         In those callous hours, you made me laugh and keel over with your wits

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·         The strident demands from the head of the departments (college), we braved and waded it together by making the submissions after a cutnpaste from a kindred soul.

·         The impish n devilish grins we flashed on the days ‘Fresher’s are welcome’.

·         The impudence we managed incessantly to have those nick-naks together from again an unadulterated, soft spoken soul.

·         Felt grumpy, fretful and sullen together, about that simian featured (our jealousy speaks volumes) girl casually ruffling the tall hunk’s hair in chemistry lab.

·         Making those finger-horns eerily, while getting clicked together.

·         Trying to spook our next door neighbor cladding white with eye lids up-turned and candle in hand.(That chicken heart fainted, she complained and warden snapped derogatory words…spooky story morale-bring more authenticity).

·         Uff finally the adulterated jokes we shared in college on our way back from college on scooty-pep, making it go in a sinuous way.

    

There’s more and more….never ending good-times we had together. I THANK YOU ALL.

Let’s take friendship to a whole new level…by taking this resolution, we will surely resolve to take efforts  to talk to each other as frequently as possible, find time to drop-in, atleast in cyber world to again crib, laugh ,share..and enjoy this journey of life.

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